Filled with this thorn heart inside waiting for the brightest day hand held one hand over mine waiting for this dying day faced with an enemy burned inside I was told you would forgive me feel me hear your lies on the wake of the brightest day fear of a light soft alive I was taught you would forgive me feel me hear me pray that I won't die for your defense to wait for to waste for silence conference of reforming you tried to force on my heart a man I've never seen you taught to fear me believe me that I can taste your kind but I can't force down the light of the brightest day I can't feel for I can't live for I can't pray for your decision disillusioned for the very last time feared with a hand on the sky waiting for the brightest day hand held one hand over mine waiting for this light to save cold thought has shaded over time what if there is no one to save me feel me hear me pray that I wont die for your defense - four point cross on the wall to fill in the circle of reforming on the brightest side where the wise cry but I can't reduce myself to be conceived by the fire but can't grow higher I can't reduce myself and to fear all the liars to grow higher I can't reduce myself to flee for the fire and still not grow higher I can't reduce myself you bring the light down again you bring this light from the higher of our wills sight and I can't reduce myself and you're sent down to lay down some sort of light for me and you say not to lose sightbut I can't reduce myself - the newborn the servant has moved me away to feel a side of the sunchild who's offered to reduce myself.